Obie Trice Secrets Lyrics

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Ay cameraman, give me an up and over n____
I'm 'bout to run this b____

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
Baby we can keep this thing on the low
No one gotta know, when a n____ come through
See, I just wanna f___ you
And you just wanna f___ me - our secret creepin
Know a n____ got a hoe
And she got a home, that she gotta go to
See, I just wanna f___ you
And you just wanna f___ me - our secret creepin

[Obie Trice]
These n____z think they b____ ain't cheatin
She in the club every week deceivin them
Hangin out with Toneisha and them
All in V.I.P. tryin to meet a new G with them
Yeah n____, yo' relationship right
But your b____ got a d___ on the side
You fell in love so she know what you about
You don't get her high, always on time
She need a n____ that's gon' f___ her brains out
Send her home, put her p____ in your mouth
n____z get comfortable, fall in love
They don't wanna f___ no mo', they cuddlin up
But see your wife is a s___, she's just tryin to nut
She wanna get rammed but her man ain't the one
So on the other hand she plan to get done
by a n____ who tell a lil' some'n some'n like


[Obie Trice]
Don't get mad at Obie
This is, harsh reality your broad's a freak
She wanna get it in wit'cha homie
Trust me, behind your back this week
Behind her lunch break there's a meet
Behind all that it's a low-key freak
But baby don't get it twisted, us n____z is dogs
It takes five minutes to f___, back onto y'all
Catch him up, naw, but you seen what you saw
That n____ say "It wasn't me"
He gets puss like around the clock
Wife ain't watchin n____z bouncin on the t___
Even Peter boy diggin it out
All on the countertops drillin the trout
f___ed up thing babe it's your bridesmaid
This ain't J. Springer, this is Obie


[Obie Trice]
n____ had his share of broads involved
But when they hit the gan' they just start to bawl
They say, "I don't know why I got your b____ in my jaws
My man take care of the fam, no flaws"
No psychiatric visit b____ can help ya
You just like d___s in your throat, helpless
n____z come through, beat up your pelvis
Then you run back to whom think you precious
At home she like Aunt Jemima
All alone she like anacondas
Your man want answers, why play me dishonest?
Then he seek counsellin to keep Pocahontas
n____z pokin holes in there homie, be honest
You got a hoe fo' sho' for a Madonna
Dudes don't recognize the drama
'til another n____ get his thighs, got her and tell her

[Chorus] Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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